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death_n	cup_n	drink_v	show_v	4,559	5	5.6281	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A94292	Hymnus tabaci a poem in honour of tabaco. Heroïcally composed by Raphael Thorius: made English by Peter Hausted Mr of Arts Camb.; Hymnus tabaci. English	Thorius, Raphael, d. 1625.; Kinschot, Louis van, 1595-1647.; Hausted, Peter, d. 1645.	1651 (1651)	Wing T1040; Thomason E1369_1; Thomason E1369_2; ESTC R203756	32,352	73

linguâ Dentibus occludam quid enim si THORIUS unum Arguit ipse sui reliquum fecisse stuporem IN EANDEM CArmina sputantur fumi potoribus audi Massiliae si quem fumea vina juvant THORIUS exemplo docuit spumantia multum Pocula fumantes omnia posse tubos CONSTANTER TABACO BOOK I. OF harmelsse Bowles I mean to sing the praise And th' Herb which doth the Poets fancy raise Aid me O a Phoebus Thee I do invoke Fill me a Pipe boy of that lusty smoke That I may drink the God into my brain And so inabled write a buskin'd strain For nothing great or high can come from thence Where that blest Plant denies his influence No Mortal had the honour to descry This noble Herb first but a Diety 'T was found by Bacchus when the God wound up To his true height by his own charming Cup Led th' Indians forth under the warlike b Spear Whose glittering head an Ivy Twine did wear And the all-Soveraign Weed being found out thus Too late alas hath been made known to us The twice-born Liber seeing that his Foes Whom the parch'd desart Cliffs as yet inclose Had furious war begun with hot alarms Doth call his Ivy-crowned troops to arms And the swift Lynxes to be yoak'd commands The great Bassarides in order'd bands March with their valiant Leader to the Field And all his furious Priests obedience yeild To his behests and follow nor yet will c Silenus though grown old at home sit still The Drugdges and the Carriages go next And amongst them is led an ample Text For Antiquaries to glosse on the sage Silenus saddle-Asse grown lame with age The fearfull Indians here and there do fly And while they sought their flying enemy The weary Troops having too long in vain Wandred about upon the sandy Plain Grow faint and their provisions all are spent And Bacchus wants what he himself first lent Unto us Men the liquor of the Vine Pity that he who gave should e're lack Wine The d old mans Vessel too being quite drawn dry Does in this Chariot overturned ly The e Maenades and Satyrs and the rout Of untam'd youth impatient of the drought Do wound the intrals of their Mother Earth Longing to see some gentle spring gush forth But all in vain necessity makes them bold To taste the salt drink their own bladder hold Unnatural draughts but yet such is their woe That those unnatural draughts do fail them too So Tyrant-like Thirst in their bodies reigns All moisture does forsake their dryed veins The sterner face of horrour now controuls The sinking Troops Some breathe their toasted souls Out of their reeking jaws others are found To own borrow supplies from their mutual wound Who finding too those Fountains to grow dry In a despair drink their last Cup and dy While thus the Army is about to fall And generall death is threatned over all f A Courteous Vale which not far off did die Presents a fair hope to the fainting Eie An obscure Herbage shews a doubtful face Confused made by distance of the place At which the nimble-sighted Evius cri'd O my companions let 's awhile abide Why with disgrace should we forsake the Field Yon neighbour-Vale will us wish'd succour yeild These words applyed Balsame to their sore And made them close those veins they broach'd before Which having done slow yet labour'd pace As weaknesse would permit they reach the place And being there behold a Wood o're spread With vast thick leaves lifts up its brisking head Offering his aid a wel-grown Plant and tall Which we of later times Tabaco call Bacchus o're-joy'd salutes the powerful Weed Hail thou that art our help in greatest need I do acknowledge thee a gift Divine And of near kindred to that * Tree of mine More he had said but that his followers deaf Unto such Courtship pluck the long'd-for leaf Which they betwixt their green-di●d teeth do bite And with if slake their barking appetite Not so Silenus many years had made Him wiser far to taste he is afraid Not his own ill the danger of his Mates Shall teach the vertue of their new-found Cates Not is it long before th' event discries The uncouth power that in Tabaco lies Through the whole Camp a wondrous thing to tell Like drunken men they vomited and fell The Earth doth seem to glide in Circlewise * Copernicus from hence learnt his device And their sick brains beleeve the Heavens in love To meet the rising Earth do downwards move A most invincible desire of sleep Doth seize them all the Goat-foot Satyrs keep Lowd snortings on the Lands and by their side The f Mimallons or femall Priests abide Lock'd up in Silence in a happy hower Most blessed Drug hadst thou no other power But this not long New life and Spirits apace Run back t' inform each member and do chase Dull drowsinesse from them now again they rise Their feet are firm lightning comes frō their eies With brawny arms they shake the leavy Spear And with loud cries do wish the Foe were near Silenus sees and wonders to behold Th' infeebled Host so suddenly grown bold O my good Friends he cries we came not hither Without some God propitious to us neither Let us forget still to confesse the same And sing just praises to great Bacchus name Nor let us be ashamed now to call Tabaco our Health our Spirit our Life our All Who but for that had fell for ought we know A sacrifice to the insulting Foe The weak unto the powerful and so wee Had yeilded them a bloudlesse victorie But let them now come on and they shall find Our strength grown great to that as great a mind Yet let us carefull be though we have gain'd A Gift from Heav'n it must not be profan'd By blind and ignorant usage for this know If old Silenus any skil does owe To his gray hairs some secret poison lies In the rare Plant hid from our outward eies Trust not the green juice then unto your Maw Eat not the Leaf there 's danger in it raw Phoebus shall cook it for us so we may Take wholesome draughts purg'd by his searching ray For sure kind Nature if we may be bold So far her Cabinet-Councels to unfold Invented it a Banquet for the Brain Not for the Belly Let each lusty Swain Rub the dri'd herb then twixt his hands wch done And hous'd in Pipes let us intreat the Sun To fire it for us that the warm Cloud may Being subtle grown and apt to find the way With the more ease the winding Stair obtain Which leads unto the Chamber of the Brain Silenus thus commanded they obey Part of the Satyrs without all delay Prepare the Canes and some the Leaves do break Into a dust-like substance others take The Pipes and fill them nothing now but fire Is wanting to them which they all desire The old g Man from his Wallet